Lily, skittish as a doe these days, lost her balance and nearly went tumbling off the window sill when James approached her. She had been admiring the view again, glad the window was between her and the world beyond. The tower was ginormussly up there, and she wasn't that fond of heights, but she was fine so long as the window was there. Her mouth opened as though to let out a little yelp of surprise, but no sound came out, instead, her face said it all. She blinked and looked at him. Merlin's pants! Where'd he come from?
Face turning scarlet at his comment, Lily turned her face towards her lap, but her eyes, kept glancing up at him, more shyly than they'd ever been, frightened. She started shaking, as though scared he was going to start yelling again, but when he didn't, she calmed a little bit, only giving the occasional shake now. She opened her mouth, to say something, to make herself speak, but her mouth only moved, forming words that couldn't be heard, air rushing out of her lungs in an effort to make it into sound. She frowned, and tried again, and still again, and no luck. She hid her head in her arms,, peering up at him over them again. She was embarrassed... she couldn't speak... she wasn't sure as to why, but she just couldn't. Something about the trauma that day had had on her had silenced her. And she'd kept her father's old green tie, tied around her head, the actual tie part hanging down and flopping against her cheek. She liked it best that way, to see it, to feel it's presence.
Spotting the flowers, Lily gaped at him and turned even read. Potter... She would have whimpered had she been able to do so out of sleep. Trust me Potter, I wish I could hear my voice too. But I can't... I just can't... Thank you though... She tried to tell him all of this, with her eyes. She reached a hand out and plucked a petal from a rose, knowing what they were. They were a confectionery miracle, chocolate that looked like real roses, but was delicious. She placed it in her mouth and sighed. She forced her head up, and gave him a very small, very sad little smile, forced and unhappy, but showing, that she forgave him.
Sirius laughed, spinning in a circle, but keeping a very good hold on her was he did so. "Whacha gonna do about it Riley? Huh?" He stopped spinning abruptly, purposely trying to make her dizzy. After years of amusedly chasing his own tail, it took a lot to make this dog dizzy. He tickled her again and again, until her felt and heard her stomach growl. He laughed harder then, and slid her back down to her feet gently, smiling at her.
"Yeah, I figured, you weren't at dinner." Sirius dug into his pocket and tugged out a very large tupperware container full of all of Riley's favorites. He would never tell, but he did watch what she liked to grab the most of at meal times. "So I went to the kitchens and nicked some stuff for you. It's still hot... and it doesn't look like anythings mussed together too badly." He grinned at her, offering it to her as he dug his hand back into his pocket to retrieve a fork which he brandished after a few moments of searching. "You're sword, m'lady. I've got dessert in here when you're ready for it too. And I know, it's a lot..." His cheeks tinged a bit pink. "But you uh, don't have to eat all of it, I just wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, but still grinning.